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Christi Bellville Poem
Who was the last I liked to kiss, hold in my arms and reminisce?
Centuries old, and infinite as the universe, I laid in your arms
eternal bliss ...
So yearning is dust, of the corners we shared, though I sweep daily
tears drop for the love we shared.
Copyright © Christi Bellville | Year Posted 2012
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Christi Bellville Poem
Where is the man I married
with the huge heart and the mighty courage
to stand by me.
She makes you meek.
Do you believe me now, this time last summer
your eyes looked down upon me, judging me, calling me
crazy.
Well I'm not feeling that crazy anymore, the
truth has finally set me free.
I empowered you.
Of this lifetime, there was only you, my world, my life was you.
All I had in a lover, a friend, and a community, no real home, no real roots, or
solid ground to stand on.
And she had all of that, All those friends, so many.
Roots from a past, present, and future where she grew up such strength in numbers.
She had it all.
Yet it wasn't enough, was it? She needed to have my one too …
'christi bellville
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Copyright © Christi Bellville | Year Posted 2012
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Christi Bellville Poem
I feel us in Nepal, under a Blue Moon ...
We snuck up to the very top step, while
Monkey's in their sacred place tried to
steal our shoes ...
And that would be my fault, I insisted we
bare our feet, to the stones, the feel, the earth
beneath, as our breath worked hard to stay still ..
while keeping up.
And It is true, I was right, all the thoughts I carried
through all those long lonely days, the wind it carried
it for me, and brought it back to me that day.
Nepal Dreaming, on such a windy Day ...
Copyright © Christi Bellville | Year Posted 2018
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Christi Bellville Poem
The wind is blowing
The trees are flowing
The leaves are on their way
I don't know where
But I'm sure their aware
The wind is blowing today ..
(Written when I was 9 years old, and never left my mind,,
I would repeat this in my head, at times of stress, to this day)
Copyright © Christi Bellville | Year Posted 2018
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